Oberon scratches his head for a moment then points to the sky, "Yes, under the weather. Weather up there. We, down here. You are a smart man. The Town elders put the right man in charge that's a certainty."

Oberon motions to his colleagues, "At your lord's request we have travelled under this weather and been accosted by goblins and wolves. This small thing here is a goblinette - bit like a Snicket but less musk glands. Anyway; we killed everything that stood before us except Bart here who was clever enough to join us."

Oberon beams, "There, you know everything. Can we come in from under the weather and spend some money in your town before we save it thank you?"

The guard seems satisfied with your explanation, and disappears from view. A minute later, the portcullis slowly rises, screeching as it does so.

The guard appears from behind the open portcullis. "I'm bettin' you'll wanna stop in at the Silver Dagger, straight ahead," the guard says. He points to a large building about 50 feet away, its sign out front swaying in the wind.

The village itself is small, even by your standards - a handful of buildings are visible from your vantage at the gate. To your west, across from the Inn, is what appears to be a trading post. Beyond that, further north you see what look like farmhouses, several of them in a row. A few other buildings lay to the north and east, mostly obscured by the Inn.